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$0.99 cent sale: A Little Christmas: Ajay's Secret: Walker Remington hates the holiday season. He didn't always feel that way, but tragedy has a way of changing things and making a man bitter. Carols, lights, the sight of people with their packages and bags all tip him over into Bah Humbug mode, that is, until Ajay comes along. With his piercings and wildly colored hair, he is everything Walker is not. Young, fun-loving, and on the hunt for a Daddy, something Walker has been before, and longs to be again, if only he'll stop sabotaging every chance he's offered.
“Can I get you started with something to drink
this evening?” The waitress asked, a small device about the size of a cellphone
in her hand which had come to replace the traditional pad and pen.
“Three hot ciders, please,” Walker said,
smiling warmly at her.
“I’ll be right back with them,” she declared
before turning away.
“Thank you,” Walker called after her.
Okay, so that was another point in Walker’s
favor. You could tell a lot about someone by the way they treated the servers
when they were dining out, and Walker, despite whatever his day had been like,
was clearly refusing to allow that to affect how he interacted with others.
Shanny nudged his shoulder, so Ajay glanced
over to see him pointing at something on the menu.
“Wanna split it?”
“Yeah, that’ll work,” Ajay said.
“Please, don’t feel like you have to share a
meal,” Walker told them. “There’s no need for that.”
Ajay glanced down at the table again, hesitant
to say anything. Fortunately, Shanny saved him from having to say anything.
“The sandwiches here are way too thick for
either of us to be able to finish, especially with soup,” Shanny explained.
“Besides, we both love the turkey club, so it works out beautifully.”
Walker appraised him for a moment before nodding.
“As long as you’re sure.”
“We are. Have you looked at us? We’re kinda on
the small side. Neither one of us packs away very much.” Shanny said.
While Walker didn’t reply, he certainly took
his time appraising them. “Seems to me like that would make both of you pretty
fast, a good trait to have when playing paintball, I’m guessing.”
“Especially when we play against a Sasquatch
like Tiny,” Shanny grumbled. “Once he manages to corner someone, that’s pretty
much the end of any hope of making it out the victor. Our only hope is to run
fast and find a small enough place to hide in until we can get the drop on
him.”
“Oh man, I wish I had photos of this last
game,” Ajay said, excitement surging through him. “We dug ourselves a snow
trench and waited until he was almost on top of us to blast him. Sent him home
covered in pink and neon blue.”
“He’s still got a bit in his hair,” Shanny
remarked, laughing.
“You’ll have to take pictures next time, I’d
love to see what you get up to,” Walker said, smiling directly at Ajay, who was
suddenly struck with a wonderful idea.
“Or you could join us on Sunday and see for
yourself. Afterward, you can join us for dinner if you’d like, Angel always
makes something awesome.”
“I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever is set on the
table as long as I’m enjoying the meal with you,” Walker said as he reached
across the table and placed his hand over Ajay’s. “Just promise me one thing?”
“Sure,” Ajay said, gazing into his eyes and
finding himself drawn to the open, hopeful expression there.
“You’ll teach this old man to use a paintball
gun before you send me out to get splattered,” Walker said, chuckling as he
reached and tucked a clump of Ajay’s hair behind his ear.
“I’ll do you one better…old man…and let
you team up with me,” Ajay said, shooting him a teasing wink. “I promise I’ll
keep you from getting too messy.”
A Little Christmas: Ajay's Secret
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$2.99 sale: Be My Little Valentine: Shanny's Surprise: Shanny is messy and a bit of a hot mess all the way around, but he's got an amazing group of friends who have been more family to him than the one he was born into ever was, though he longs for someone special who won't mind letting him be the kid he never got to be.
“What
flavor jelly donut did you have?” Riggs asked.
“I
wanted blueberry, but they were out so I got a lemon-strawberry, and it tasted
just like strawberry lemonade,” Shanny said. “It was amazing with the Christmas
cookie flavored cocoa I got.”
“That’s
one I’ve never heard of before,” Riggs admitted.
“They’ve
got a ton of unique flavors, and every cup is made from a cocoa bomb. It’s
awesome. We don’t get to go there often but today we wanted to celebrate me not
having to wear that sling anymore.”
“It
was certainly news that warranted a special treat. I hope you ate all your
supper after that.”
Shanny
gave him a sheepish look and shrugged a little, ducking his head so he wasn’t
maintaining eye contact. “Most of it.”
Riggs
placed a finger beneath his chin and tilted his head up. “Most, huh? How much
is most?”
“Everything
but the peas. Blech! I don’t see why I had to have them on my plate in the
first place, they just roll around getting into everything.”
“Maybe
try mixing them in next time,” Riggs suggested. “That way you’re not just
looking at the peas, you’re looking at the other stuff too.”
With a
scrunched-up nose, Shanny swiveled enough to face him and stick his tongue out.
The face he made was so amusing Riggs decided that it didn’t warrant a
correction about being rude. In this case, it was clear that tongue wasn’t
directed at him but thoughts about the meal, or more specifically, the peas
that had been a part of it.
“Then
all the food will taste like peas and be triple yucky,” Shanny said, his tone
taking on the slightest hint of a whine. “I don’t even like it when they put
them in fried rice, but no one lets me pick them out, so I switched to ordering
noodles. No one puts peas in those.”
“Don’t
be so sure,” Riggs warned. “One of these times you might find yourself at a
place that adds sugar snap peas and then what do you plan to do?”
“Have
a much easier time picking them out since they’re bigger,” Shanny shot back,
having given thought to the prospect at some point to have such a ready answer.
“I
see. It sounds like you have it all worked out.”
“The
only thing they’re good for is launching with a Lego catapult, but Ajay and I
aren’t allowed to do that anymore either.”
“Probably
because you two chaos gremlins opened a can of them, poured them in a strainer
to let the packing liquid drain out, then spread them out on a baking sheet and
stuck them in the oven on the lowest setting to dry them out,” Tiny said as he
stepped into the room.
Unlike
the other night when he’d been in his leather pup gear, tonight he’d dressed in
a soft, floppy-eared costume that still had some elements of Huskey to it.
Oversized paws covered his hands and a long, bushy tail trailed out behind him,
lightly swishing along the ground. The hood was positively adorable, leaving
his face visible save for his nose, which was covered by a wraparound doggy one
securely tied behind his head to keep it in place.
“Absolutely
adorable,” Riggs said once he’d taken in the full effect. “Someone’s looking
soft and cuddly tonight.”
“I
wanted pets,” Tiny declared.
Be My Little Valentine: Shanny's Surprise
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$2.99 sale: A Daddy for Summer: Angel Who better than a professional project planner to help organize a community wide fundraising event?
It seems that Dion picked the perfect time to leave the corporate sector and return to his old neighborhood. His family's thriving restaurant is about to go mobile with the unveiling of a newly purchased food truck and the suggestion of new menu items provides the perfect theme for a series of tasting events. Coming home also means plenty of opportunities to spend time with his sister and her eclectic array of friends, including the exuberant Angel, who has captivated Dion since the first time they met through video chat.
“Exactly
which version of toying with you would I be paying for?” Angel hissed, a long,
shuddering moan escaping him. “The one about Love and Hip-Hop, or the
one where I have you about to fuck me through the bed?”
Mischievous little minx!
“Is that where you wanna be, face
down with my cock inside of you?” Dion growled as all of Angel’s squirming just
about pushed him to the breaking point.
The moment he tried to manhandle
Angel where he wanted him, the lithe little menace hooked a heel behind his
thigh and kept him pinned in place while continuing to roll his hips, grinding
and damn near twerking while driving Dion batshit fuckin’ crazy.
“That would eventually be the end
goal,” Angel admitted as he arched his back and used that heel he had braced
against Dion’s thigh as leverage to roll his hips in a long, languid motion
that left Dion groaning with desire. “But it will be so much more fun if we take
our time getting there.”
“This doesn’t feel like taking our
time,” Dion growled.
“It will,” Angel said, as he slid
away and patted Dion’s arm. “’Cause I forgot to take a piss and now I gotta
go!”
Dion turned him loose, laughing, then
batting at the sheet Angel accidentally flipped over his head in his haste to
scramble from the bed, ‘cause that had been him less than forty-five minutes ago.
The slamming of the bathroom door prompted the slurred response of fuck
quieter, from down the hall where Bella must not have been completely out
of it yet because most times, she could sleep through anything. She’d been that
way since she was a kid. Angel’s little otter lay tangled up now, almost on the
edge of the bed, so Dion retrieved it for him and propped it up on Angel’s
pillow, the little silver guitar pick tag catching his eyes, along with the inscription:
The universe needs more joy. Out of curiosity, Dion flipped the tag over
and sure enough there was a second inscription on the other side. Otters are
joy + you’re our otter.
Awe.
Dion let the tag fall from between
his fingers at the sound of the bathroom door opening, and pure joy, because
that’s the only way he was going to be able to think of Angel from now on, came
sliding back into bed with him to gather his stuffed otter in his arms and flop
on his side, head on his pillow, but not before dropping what looked like a bar
tab on Dion’s hip.
“What’s this?” Dion asked as he
plucked it off the sheet, then squinted to try and read it in a mix of thin
sunlight and the television’s glow.
“Read it,” Angel grumbled, a long
sigh escaping him as he nudged the pillow a few times with his head, like he
was trying to make the perfect imprint.
Like he hadn’t thought of that.
Keeping his snark to himself, since
it truly seemed like Angel was finally about to crash after the night he’d had,
Dion fumbled around to find his cellphone, unable to recall where he’d shoved
it for a moment, before he nudged it with the edge of his hand.
Oh yeah, beneath his pillow.
In the flashlight’s glow, he could
clearly read the single word scrawled there: Raincheck. Snickering, Dion turned
off the light and placed the phone and the raincheck he fully intended to cash
in, back beneath the pillow.
Yup, pure joy, that was Angel.
A sleepy voice mumbled, “Hey, Dion?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t forget the lattes.”
“Go to sleep, dammit, I won’t forget
you’re fuckin’ lattes, with extra caramel, extra whipped cream, and extra,
extra caramel syrup drizzled over top. I know how you like it; I’ve only heard
you order it a million times. Might as well be ordering a sundae.”
“Mmmmmm, I’d be all over that,” Angel
murmured. “But only if it’s made with Coffee Toffy Crunch ice cream.”
Dion knew he was going to dream of
laughter the moment he closed his eyes, thanks to the beautiful gift bestowed
upon him by Angel.
The Angel of Joy.
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